This is a song about "Orders"

I'm just a soldier following orders

It was just the four of us uptown corners

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

Blare recorders with static scraps but don't blame the orders when the matic taps.

We will reserve and act like waitresses, we'll take orders,

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Sat back as the spectre giving orders to the interceptor thats not the authority

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

I really not scared of nobody, darkc,pardon me,orders dont bark at me,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Y'all niggas act like waitress, you're always taking orders,